If only the schoolyard bullies could see him now, Charlie thought, getting to spend his weekend with a beautiful girl was exactly what he would have needed to have boosted his social standing back when he was in school. And not just was this girl tall and well-kept, the contours of her shape and crevasses were beyond whatever he could have imagined in a partner even now, let alone as a lonely boy who always got rejected by every girl he approached. And that was the last thing his schoolmates could have imagined as the person who would spend her time with the lonely shy boy on her own accord. The Good Boy might have hit the jackpot when it came to an attractive partner, however he did not admire Veruca just for her looks. There was something about her brash personality that Charlie just found intriguing, alluring, attractive. As far as he was concerned, Veruca's personality balanced Charlie's while his sensibilities benefitted hers. They fed off each other and improved each other's lives, something the heir would do anything to make sure never stopped. Now, from the other side of this equation, Veruca too was experiencing something different with Charlie. Never before had she spent so much time with someone so docile, primarily because someone of such caliber was not conducive to raising Veruca's social standing at school, and so this meant that the little brute's only experience with other people, and especially romantic partners, were with those who prioritized status over substance. This meant that the only guys Veruca had ever been with were those who were incredibly attractive, but also those who only wanted to be with Veruca because she too was very attractive. This meant that Veruca had grown very suspicious of any man who attempted to woo her because she could not tell whether they were interested in her, or her amazing looks, and thus Charlie entered the picture.

The Good Boy thought he could make himself stand out from all the other guys who entered her life by letting her know that he valued her for who she was was on the inside, and so Charlie called Veruca from a distance as she was in the middle of exercising, and said something that he thought would convey his deeper appreciation for her, proclaiming, "You know, you don't need to work out at all. I think you're pretty enough already."

Unfortunately, because of the way the Good Boy said his message, Veruca did not take his words as a sign of endearment, but rather as a sign of his possessive desires, something that she was too prideful of herself to let stand, which lead her to respond, "Huh, so that's what you think? You really think I'm working out for you?"

"Typical, I guess it turns out all you blokes really are the same," the little brute added, comparing Charlie to the string of guys he was trying to distinguish himself from so much.

Veruca then ventured off into her room to wash up after a long workout, leaving Charlie all alone to contemplate the mess he had gotten himself into. After all this time unintentionally promoting himself as an honest man who saw beyond her flaws, he ended up saying something that the little brute took to mean he only cared for her looks. Sure, she had dealt with people like that throughout her life, but that exactly was the problem. In her mind, Charlie was now no different from the string of men who only desired her external beauty, and as the Good Boy could tell such a strategy did not work as she was not theirs. At least, that's how Charlie's catastrophizing mind interpreted everything that had just transpired. He was now so afraid of saying or doing something that might jeopardize his relationship with Veruca that his anxiety levels rose through the roof whenever he did something that Veruca did not automatically respond to positively. Now, the little brute had long ago picked up on this, and in reality just reacted the way she did to mess with the Good Boy's mind. She knew he would panic and try his hardest to make things better, so she might as well induce some chaos and watch his frantic responses from the sidelines. At best, Charlie would do something for her in attempt to make up for his supposed mistakes, or at worst he overwhelmed himself and broke down in tears; but, even then that wasn't so bad. The Bad Nut enjoyed watching other people in chaos and she knew she would get a kick out of watching the Good Boy cry, that is until it went on for too long that his weeping just became annoying. Now, seeing at it was better to keep the shy boy calm, Veruca reemerged from her bedroom after washing out the sweat she had worked up and pulled out a photo album titled New York from her bookshelf and opened it up once she sat down next to Charlie. She pushed away the book of landmarks he was glancing through and opened the spread on top of both of their thighs. In fact, Veruca's intimacy helped ease Charlie's fears that his hostess would no longer like him, but now he had to worry about doing something that might upset her in the future, which was never a good place to be in. Nevertheless, Veruca continued spending time with him and began showing him images from her past in order to introduce him to other parts of her life, but all in a way that tortured the Good Boy for his faux pas.

"Here, you like looking at my body, then take a look at these," Veruca crudely pointed out, continuing to jab the soft spot in the Good Boy's reasoning as to why he liked her.

From cover to cover, the album was full of noting but pictures of Veruca during her time in New York City, documenting her careers as both a model and a professional ballerina. Even though the pictures were no more than five years old, and it was probably a result of the literally picture-perfect lighting, but Veruca looked noticeably younger in these shots, they were truly a testament to the magic that was professional photography. Although, he knew better than to essentially say that she looked old now to the brat's face, so he kept his mouth shut and just enjoyed looking through the collection of art that was bestowed upon him. The illumination from the set lights bounced neatly off of her cheekbones, her skin was radiant and flawless and the Good Boy almost got lost in the big blue sea that was her eyes. And to top it all off, her hourglass figure encapsulated all her other traits into the package of an ideal woman. Veruca modeled in different outfits for every season of the year, but none of them were as elaborate as the costumes she wore during her many performances as a ballerina which were documented in the second half of the album. It seemed that Veruca had performed in a variety of shows during her dancing career as the photograph collection showed she had worn many recognizable costumes from some of the most famous ballets, like Swan Lake, Romeo and Juliet and, ironically, Charlie thought, The Nutcracker. There were also some photographs of her during rehearsal wearing just a pink leotard and leg warmers, something similar to the workout clothes she was wearing at that moment, and it seemed her getup only amplified her raw human shape. The old saying was true, a picture is worth a thousand words; Charlie could see her dedication to the artform in the clenched jaw and focused stare Veruca put on during her practices. It seemed that the little brute had finally found something she was genuinely good at, unfortunately, external events intervened and stripped her dream career out from under her.

Now, it was useless to dwell on the past, especially one that was not yours, but the more he thought about Veruca's time as a ballerina and looked at her collection of photos, the faster the Good Boy picked up on an interesting detail about her body. Veruca had a toned body in the present, a side effect of spending years of her life doing some of the most strenuous dance moves known to man, which meant she had little to no body fat, something that was most evident in the shots of her practicing for a performance. Now, the typical ballerina is incredibly tall and thin, just like Veruca, and due to their typical body type and their calorie-burning fat-into-muscle-transforming exercise regiments ballerinas are also typically flat-chested, as was show in the photographs from the brat's time in New York City. The only problem with this factoid was that a flat chest was not one of Veruca's traits, he remembered what she looked like when they first reconnected, what she looked like at the beach, what she looked like at that very moment when she was seated next to him and flat did not truly fit the description. The only natural explanation to this conundrum was that she had a growth spirt somewhere in between her time in New York and the present, but the Good Boy was more than sure Veruca had not just undergone puberty in her early twenties. There was an unnatural explanation to this discrepancy, but Charlie knew that blurting out what Veruca underwent to get her to the physical state she was in now would definitely land him a slap across the face.

While Charlie realized what had happened during the time from when the photos were taken to the present, all Veruca saw was the Good Boy shifting his eyes from her to the pictures over and over as he pointed at her and then the collection and moaned out of confusion, leading the brat to grab him by the shoulder, and asked, "What? What's the matter?"

Charlie knew he had to answer this question carefully if he wanted to make it out unscathed, so he censured his response, speaking in sterile euphemisms as not elicit a rageful rebuttal to his response, as he stammered, "Well, it's your...um...how do I put this? Your baps, your Belisha beacons."

At first, the little brute had no idea what the heir was talking about, but that was until she looked down at her sports bra and cross-examined what she had below her neck with the photographs over and over like the heir did until she realized that he had uncovered a fact about her that disproved the narrative that her beauty was all-natural. While she did not get physical, Veruca's stare grew dead cold as she took Charlie down with just her eyes, making him cower as she blurted down an order, "Don't you ever point that out again if you ever want a chance at touching them!"

The Good Boy nodded in response from his spot on the edge of the sofa where he had found his back curled up into the armrest as Veruca pressed him on the realization he had made, and as it turned out, the simple act of acknowledging the fact that a procedure had occurred struck a chord within the brat. The little brute would not tolerate even the insinuation that her beauty was not all natural and so she shut down the conversation completely, meaning Charlie was only allowed to ponder any unresolved questions he might have, like just how many more procedures Veruca might have undergone over the years in order to have gotten her to what she was today. However, the only thing he could think about at the moment was just how awkward that particular "Daddy, I want a..." conversation must have been. Nevertheless, Mr. Salt paid for them.